Six Sentence Sunday 5-27-2012

Excerpt from Moons' Kiss:

The final repetition came out as a whoosh, as if the breath had been knocked from his chest.  He desperately wished her gone.

She said something, so heavily slurred that it took a minute to realize she'd spoken in his language.

He threw an arm over his eyes to hide the tears that broke free even as he choked with laughter.  It was a frightening sensation, as though the final strings of sanity had snapped.  By the time she touched his shoulder, pain, mirth, and hope all felt like despair and her touch had no power to draw him back.

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Six Sentence Sunday 5.20.2012

Excerpt from Moons' Kiss:

Shurna turned and walked backwards.  "It's wonderful to see you, Jitta.  My heart won't behave being this close to home."  She turned back around, smiled and nodded at the women working around the makeshift table, then left the shade of the yard for the heat of the field.

The face that lifted and stared as Shurna approached was remarkably unchanged from their childhood days in Kaytron.  Suddenly, Shurna felt older and too much changed; felt disconnected from a past that didn't feel like hers.

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Six Sentence Sunday 5.13.2012

Excerpt from Moons' Kiss. (In this scene, the women are sitting on the ground.)

Desperation replaced Denassa’s dismay.  “We can leave Kayarra at camp, go on to Rajma’s Head ourselves--tonight--and be back before midday.”

“No, Denassa,” Yutrenta said quietly.

Denassa struck the ground with her fist.  “I don’t serve Kayarra!” she shouted.  “If the shecarens have died through our inactions, who will follow us, who will dare to?

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Six Sentence Sunday 5.6.12 Excerpt from Moons' Kiss

Manerra remembered Tackta's grunts as he swung and the acrid stench of Tackta’s sweat, but not the pain of the blows.

After the beating, Tackta staggered away, leaving him curled on his side with his face in the sand.  Matera crept to him and with a tentative hand, wiped blood-adhered sand from his brow and cheek.  Her expression, her blood, terrified him.  He sniffled and she lifted him from the ground, clutched him to her breast and rocked--without words and without tears--as if shock were communication and empathy enough.  Only then did he feel pain:  an excruciating hurt.

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